Re: Venturing out into the world: Marta / Seven
[The sounds that reach his ears are familiar enough as he hops down and out of the truck: the jingle of Devi's tags on her collar as she stretches on the back seat, the quiet clip of the lead and the whip-whip sound of her furious tail-wiggling against the leather upholstery before she bounds down and out of the truck. It makes him smile, slight and unseen while he leans into the back of the truck and carefully unbuckles Sawyer from her infant carseat.
She's still awake, which is something of a miracle - she's so easily lulled to sleep by the smooth motion of being driven in a car that Seven's actually used it before as a method of bribery, driving around the block two dozen times if it just means she'll close her eyes and settle into quiet contentment long enough to give Marta a break. Not that she's a difficult baby, or anything - but Seven would have to be more than blind to miss the way that Marta flinches every time the soft gurgle of Bean's cry reaches her ears.]
Hey, you. Ready for a walk? I bet you're just waiting for that regularly-schedule shit bomb, huh? [It's said so fondly, hardly more than a soft murmur as he lifts her tiny body out of the carseat with one hand holding her body and the other braced behind her head and neck. As if the unholy torrent of newborn poop is just about the greatest treasure that Seven could possibly imagine in this particular moment.]
Can you give me a hand, honey? [With lifted eyebrows, maybe just a little bit apprehensive as he ducks his chin towards the slack fabric of the newborn body wrap that hangs over each shoulder and against his chest. Hoping that it's not too much, not enough to scare her off. He just needs help to hold the material out far enough that he'll be able to lower the baby inside and tuck her against his chest, before tightening the wrap enough to hold her snug.]